The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Trying to understand the words
Uttered on all sides by birds,
I recognize in what I hear
Noises that betoken fear.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself